My way has to be in complete harmony with His way or my life will be completely destroyed.

Throughout the glorious years of our marriage, the Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage and Yours Truly has had few disagreements. I suppose I
could count them all on my one hand, but I am not sure if it is my
right hand or my left hand so I will just leave it at that.
I hear, of course, of many couples who do nothing but bicker and fight
from morning till night. I have always wondered what the purpose of all
that was and what it ever accomplished. I think there is a better way
to live together.
There are several phrases I have memorized and used throughout the years
of our marriage that has kept me in good standing.
“Yes, dear.” “You're right, dear.” “I'll do it right away, dear.”
I have found that if I include the word “dear,” with all of my responses
it fares better for me.
Of course, I am the kind of person that does not have to be right all
the time, which makes me the perfect husband. Admitting you are wrong,
even if you do not think you are, is really not the end of the world.
In fact, it may be the beginning of a bright new world.
I said “few disagreements,” and I need to explain what I meant by that.
The major disagreements that my wife and I have had throughout the years
can be boiled down into one phrase, “It's a mess.” Usually, actually
all the time this phrase is being used, it is coming from the lips of
my wife.
Our disagreement is in the definition of “mess.” She has one definition
and I have another definition, and the twain shall never meet. Mark my
words on that.
If you would come into our home, you will discover that every room in
the house is well organized and very neat. Well, not every room. The
one room that does not come up to that criterion is the room in which I
occupy. It is my space. My well-organized wife will walk by my room,
pause, look in and say, “It's a mess.”
It took me a long time to realize what she was talking about.
Eventually, I got to the point where I understood that what she was
referring to was “my space.” Unfortunately, we did not share the same
vision of my space. I am of the mindset that if I am working I need to
have organized messes all around me.
I have tried explaining to my wife that I am a messologist. I had to
explain to her that a messologist is someone who specializes in
organizing intentional messes. I am not sure I have convinced her yet
of this.
I really think that one person's mess is another person's workspace. I
cannot really work efficiently unless there are intentional messes
around me, protecting me, giving me the incentive I need to pursue the
job at hand. My basic philosophy is simply this, if I cannot find what
I need when I need it, I probably do not really need it. It has worked
for me most marvelously.
The real trick of a messologist is knowing where to find what you need
when you need it.
My wife can walk into my space and look around and be utterly confused
by what she calls “a mess.” Of course, it looks like a mess to her. It
is not her mess! If it was her mess she would understand it and be
comforted by it.
My wife is of the idea that organization has to do with numerical or
alphabetical order. Now that works for some people, I suppose. But, as
I keep telling her, that is not the only circus in town! I cannot tell
how many times something new has developed in my thinking while I was
searching for something I could not really find. That is the genius of
a messologist.
Some people, like my wife, like to go from 1 to 2 to 3 to 4; or, A to B
to C to D all the way to Z. To a normal person, and I am guessing my
wife is normal, that makes a lot of sense. But to a messologist, that
kind of thinking is rather confusing.
What I want to know is, what do you do when you come to the end of the
alphabet? Where do you go from there? Then, it is rather important that
you have the alphabet in alphabetical order. If I would ever try to do
that I would end up being so confused, they would have to admit me in
some rehab facility to clean my mind out.
So, the thing that makes our marriage so blissful is that we have an
agreement and that she does things her way and I do things my way. This
has been the recipe for blissfulness in our marriage. I do not make her
do it my way and she cannot make me do it her way. We both have brains,
but they tick after a different tock.
I then thought of a verse of Scripture that rather fit my situation.
“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are
the ways of death” (Proverbs 14:12).
My way has to be in complete harmony with His way or my life will be
completely destroyed.
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